Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn't it?

Taking responsibility takes all the joy out of life, and drains a man to dust.

The corpse's hand reached up and grabbed Shaisam by the throat. He gasped, thrashing, as the corpse opened its eye. "There's an odd thing about disease I once heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon whispered. "Once you catch a disease and survive, you can't get it again.

Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you're alive.

May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

There were many good years. Good decades, good centuries. We believed we were living in paradise. Perhaps that was our downfall. We wanted our lives to be perfect, so we ignored imperfections. Problems were magnified through inattention and war might have become inevitable if the Bore hadn't ever made.

Always leave a way out, unless you really want to find out how hard a man can fight when he’s nothing to lose.